When she finally stilled, I pulled my finger out and held her hips steady.
“You …” I shook my head, pressing my forehead against her tit, her n****e teasing my nose. “You’re something else.” I looked up to see her smile. “I can’t help it. You’re addictive.”
So was her p***y.
Intoxicating in a way I’d never felt.
And my c**k hadn’t even dipped into her ass yet. I couldn’t imagine what that would feel like.
Fuck.
I held her cheeks, aiming her stare at mine, the most gorgeous face before me.
Her whole life was on the verge of changing, and I was positive she had no idea what she was in for. Constant attention was soon on its way—paparazzi recognizing her wherever she went, endorsements coming in, invitations to exclusive events, and paid appearances.
Nights, where there was nothing on
